I am a little bitch.
There is no other explanation.
Suck it up, kid.
Okay okay I need to sleep.
I’m sorry.
This is really sketchy but yeah. ;;;
God smite me already.
Buhh. And so it begins, you guys.
small hands;
I ship Marceline x PB so hard you guys.
So hard.
I sort of want to post my sketchy-doodly-poop here but I’m pretty sure that’s a bad idea.
There’s already a Change.org petition against the passing of Amendment One, which banned same-sex marriage, civil unions, and domestic partnerships in North Carolina. These things actually tend to be pretty damn effective.
Let’s see what the power of Tumblr can do! I know there’s at least a million Tumblr users who are against this sort of harmful discrimination and bigotry.
Sign the petition and reblog to spread the word, please!
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Ethan | Comme des Garcons Tribute from Under The Influence Magazine, Issue 9
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ill post the actual photographs from today later heres a preview, im going for a shower
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Day 331/365 ~ by Amanda Mabel on Flickr.
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I am so addicted to people, I can hardly stand it.
I mean, I need to touch people. All the time. Any sort of touch will do, whether it’s pissing someone off and having them punch me in the face or reaching out and touching a friend’s hand or spooning on the couch with a good movie. Just anything, anybody. Skin on skin.
Just to remind myself that I still exist, that I’m right here and someone can feel me like I feel them. The touch sets of this little spark in me, and I get this quick jolt of energy. Just enough to keep on living.
After so long I start to get heavy and sick and just awful like the world is this massive object hanging around my throat,
and that’s where you come in.
Some beautiful, fleshy, entirely human being comes along and it’s like a fucking aura of salvation is just glowing around them and here I am, hugging them or striking up a simple conversation or giving them a highfive like a fucking idiot, but damn.
I think when I grow up I’m going to have to move somewhere big. Somewhere so massive and overpopulated you can’t step anywhere without accidentally bumping into someone. I don’t even know what kind of job I’ll have but I’ll be there and whenever I’m feeling heavy I’ll just take a bus to someplace and intermingle with the crowded passengers and just breathe because I’m existing on some level or another and that’s something I need so desperately.
